In this issue, read stories about a familiar-seeming fable that leads us into the choppy waters of the unknown, a poison-drenched spouse of a god, a narrative that shifts and slips entirely out of our reach, and grief—woven into cloth.
The Immortal Dust
Mandira Pattnaik
“Betha Bibi’s head rests on the flattened, soiled pillow in bed; the sheets tangled and twisted around her limbs; her scrawny face disheveled but peaceful.”
Read more →Restraint Protocol
Anaya Shafique
“Noor had chosen a pendant as her Amanat for her twelfth birthday. A state-issued disc of brushed steel no bigger than her thumbnail had rested against her sternum for long enough that Hamza waited for a glimpse of the circle of pale skin it concealed.”
Read more →The Exorcism of Mrs. Sen
Soyam Siddha
“Raja wanted the ghost of his mother to be gone. But the firm which eternalized her had been sued into oblivion, leaving behind thousands of untethered souls stuck in digital limbo, cursed to exist in the cloud forever with zero customer support.”
Read more →The Last Local
Dr. Suvajeet Duttagupta
“In Mumbai, space is a currency more valuable than the rupee, and far harder to hoard. It is a city that demands your physical boundaries as a toll for simply existing within its limits.”
Read more →Time Is A Mere Feeling
Rajeev Prasad
“Brother has me in restraints since yesterday. He claims that the straps are intended to keep me safe, but I refuse to stay stuck for another day.”
Read more →“As a new wave of antifeminism sweeps through the region, South Asian filmmakers are turning to folk, gothic, and psychological horror frameworks because they offer a visual and symbolic language that can examine socio-political issues which social realism alone cannot fully articulate.”
Read more →The Immortal Dust
Mandira Pattnaik
“Betha Bibi’s head rests on the flattened, soiled pillow in bed; the sheets tangled and twisted around her limbs; her scrawny face disheveled but peaceful.”
Read more →Restraint Protocol
Anaya Shafique
“Noor had chosen a pendant as her Amanat for her twelfth birthday. A state-issued disc of brushed steel no bigger than her thumbnail had rested against her sternum for long enough that Hamza waited for a glimpse of the circle of pale skin it concealed.”
Read more →The Exorcism of Mrs. Sen
Soyam Siddha
“Raja wanted the ghost of his mother to be gone. But the firm which eternalized her had been sued into oblivion, leaving behind thousands of untethered souls stuck in digital limbo, cursed to exist in the cloud forever with zero customer support.”
Read more →The Last Local
Dr. Suvajeet Duttagupta
“In Mumbai, space is a currency more valuable than the rupee, and far harder to hoard. It is a city that demands your physical boundaries as a toll for simply existing within its limits.”
Read more →Time Is A Mere Feeling
Rajeev Prasad
“Brother has me in restraints since yesterday. He claims that the straps are intended to keep me safe, but I refuse to stay stuck for another day.”
Read more →“As a new wave of antifeminism sweeps through the region, South Asian filmmakers are turning to folk, gothic, and psychological horror frameworks because they offer a visual and symbolic language that can examine socio-political issues which social realism alone cannot fully articulate.”
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About Tasavvur
Tasavvur, which literally means Imagination in Urdu/ Hindi, aims to provide a warm and cozy space for imaginative short stories
About Tasavvur
Tasavvur, which literally means Imagination in Urdu/ Hindi, aims to provide a warm and cozy space for imaginative short stories
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